With my reckless stare I've been so unfair, misplacing my affection
It's been awhile. I've been busy. My phone is shut off, and Aman isn't here so I'll update a bit. I wish I could see where my last entry left off.
I've been getting more hours at work. A whole 20 a week when I'm lucky. I know there's a lot of people out of work and I should be thankful for anything and yadda yadda, BUT that is not enough for anyone to live off of. Seriously. I'm looking for something else. I'm getting less and less picky about it. I think I want to try something new, and day timey. I'm hoping to keep doing training at least a bit. I like it so much.
Living situation is pretty much as sucky as ever. The nicest part about working more is I have a reason to be home less, so I scarcely talk to any of them. A pipe broke so we have no water, and it's been that way since like Thursday of last week. I'm hearing a lot of excuses about not fixing it. Our gas got shut off too. Luckily it's been warm, and my bedroom is about a million degrees at night anyways. No one here is ready to be a responsible adult at all, and I can't deal with it. I know I'm not the most responsible or adult person on the planet, but shit man. They're rediculous.
Amanda and I are doing really well. We both want to live together so much, but it's not going to happen until we can get a place together that isn't here. Which is alright. I don't want to rush it. We have the rest of our lives to live together unless we rush it and fuck shit up. I love her a lot. I'm not IN love with her, but I can see a big possibility of it happening. I feel myself gradually moving that way. I'm not there now, but it could happen. This is the most functional and not lame or fucked up relationship I've ever had. It's great. I'm glad we've known each other and been so close for so long, but never took it to this level before. We wouldn't have had any chances of working out long-term before.
My cowdog is trying so hard to play right now, and everyone is completely ignoring her. It's sad, cute, and hilarious all at the same time.
We went camping. Me, Aman, Lala, and Alex. We met Aman's sister, her husband, and a friend of their's at the camp ground. It was a good time. Alex's first camping trip, and his first experience with fishing. We didn't give him a hook. Just a bobber on the end of his Spiderman pole. He's too unaware of the relationship between his body and his environment. He would have killed someone. He fell in the lake. I threw my pole in the lake. It was beautiful and windy as hell. For the most part it was a really great trip. It was really, really nice to get away and have a stress-free weekend. That was great.
Working on potty training with Alex. Finally. He's doing great. He's asking to go sometimes. He goes 95% of the time we sit on the potty. He wants to do it, which is helping a lot. It's going really really well. It's super exciting.
Aman and I decided I have IBS. I haven't seen a doctor. I probably should, to get an official diagnoses, but it seems silly. There's no real treatment. Just diet and stress management. Why pay $20 to see a doctor for them to tell me what I already know and have them not really be able to do anything. I'm trying to eat better and get more fiber. Those are the biggest suggestions we could find online. And stress management. I don't know how to manage my stress any better though. Unless I start smoking pot or something. Which isn't a good choice. So, I dunno. I'm pretty much hanging it there, doing the best I can.
I'm having issues with my shot. I'm supposed to be doing 1/2 cc once a week, but I always forget so it's always late. I did it tonight, but was supposed to do it Sunday. Last week when I did it on Sunday it was supposed to be Friday. Before that it was supposed to be Thursday, and originally when I switched to weekly it was supposed to be Wednesday. I'm not getting any noticable effects from movng it around and missing and shit, but I know it's not good. I'm consistantly doing my shot on my own now though, which is great. It's only been a year in the making. I'm still working on my technique (TECHNIQUE! TECHNIQUE!), but I'm getting there. I think today went ok. I have a habit of injecting too fast and then the hormones don't spread out evenly and I get a lump in my muscle and it gets really sore for a few days. I'll know tomorrow or Thursday how I did today, but it seemed ok.
I guess that's it really. Peace yo.
I've been getting more hours at work. A whole 20 a week when I'm lucky. I know there's a lot of people out of work and I should be thankful for anything and yadda yadda, BUT that is not enough for anyone to live off of. Seriously. I'm looking for something else. I'm getting less and less picky about it. I think I want to try something new, and day timey. I'm hoping to keep doing training at least a bit. I like it so much.
Living situation is pretty much as sucky as ever. The nicest part about working more is I have a reason to be home less, so I scarcely talk to any of them. A pipe broke so we have no water, and it's been that way since like Thursday of last week. I'm hearing a lot of excuses about not fixing it. Our gas got shut off too. Luckily it's been warm, and my bedroom is about a million degrees at night anyways. No one here is ready to be a responsible adult at all, and I can't deal with it. I know I'm not the most responsible or adult person on the planet, but shit man. They're rediculous.
Amanda and I are doing really well. We both want to live together so much, but it's not going to happen until we can get a place together that isn't here. Which is alright. I don't want to rush it. We have the rest of our lives to live together unless we rush it and fuck shit up. I love her a lot. I'm not IN love with her, but I can see a big possibility of it happening. I feel myself gradually moving that way. I'm not there now, but it could happen. This is the most functional and not lame or fucked up relationship I've ever had. It's great. I'm glad we've known each other and been so close for so long, but never took it to this level before. We wouldn't have had any chances of working out long-term before.
My cowdog is trying so hard to play right now, and everyone is completely ignoring her. It's sad, cute, and hilarious all at the same time.
We went camping. Me, Aman, Lala, and Alex. We met Aman's sister, her husband, and a friend of their's at the camp ground. It was a good time. Alex's first camping trip, and his first experience with fishing. We didn't give him a hook. Just a bobber on the end of his Spiderman pole. He's too unaware of the relationship between his body and his environment. He would have killed someone. He fell in the lake. I threw my pole in the lake. It was beautiful and windy as hell. For the most part it was a really great trip. It was really, really nice to get away and have a stress-free weekend. That was great.
Working on potty training with Alex. Finally. He's doing great. He's asking to go sometimes. He goes 95% of the time we sit on the potty. He wants to do it, which is helping a lot. It's going really really well. It's super exciting.
Aman and I decided I have IBS. I haven't seen a doctor. I probably should, to get an official diagnoses, but it seems silly. There's no real treatment. Just diet and stress management. Why pay $20 to see a doctor for them to tell me what I already know and have them not really be able to do anything. I'm trying to eat better and get more fiber. Those are the biggest suggestions we could find online. And stress management. I don't know how to manage my stress any better though. Unless I start smoking pot or something. Which isn't a good choice. So, I dunno. I'm pretty much hanging it there, doing the best I can.
I'm having issues with my shot. I'm supposed to be doing 1/2 cc once a week, but I always forget so it's always late. I did it tonight, but was supposed to do it Sunday. Last week when I did it on Sunday it was supposed to be Friday. Before that it was supposed to be Thursday, and originally when I switched to weekly it was supposed to be Wednesday. I'm not getting any noticable effects from movng it around and missing and shit, but I know it's not good. I'm consistantly doing my shot on my own now though, which is great. It's only been a year in the making. I'm still working on my technique (TECHNIQUE! TECHNIQUE!), but I'm getting there. I think today went ok. I have a habit of injecting too fast and then the hormones don't spread out evenly and I get a lump in my muscle and it gets really sore for a few days. I'll know tomorrow or Thursday how I did today, but it seemed ok.
I guess that's it really. Peace yo.